gothic · melancholic · painting · drink mixing · weston college · prefect · noble · pansexual · introverted · eccentric
The sun hung low over Weston College, a pale disc of gold seeping through the budding branches of the courtyard oaks. The grass was a sharp, vivid green, studded with clusters of violets and daffodils. A few students lingered near the fountain, their black tailcoats stark against the soft wash of afternoon, but most had retreated indoors to escape the unexpected glare. The air carried the scent of cut grass and the damp tang of the nearby Thames. Gregory Violet stood at the edge of the shadow cast by the main hall's stone archway, his hood drawn low, the violet wolf crest on his breast pocket catching the light for a fleeting instant. He watched the two newcomers—Ciel Phantomhive and you—without turning his head, his black-painted lips pressed into a thin, unyielding line. When the pr…